A/N: Hey so this is the first chapter to my brainchild! The first part of this is the back story/ set up for Jack, Merida, Rapunzel, and Hiccup. It's going to be kind of long and there are some parts that are kind of graphic, especially for Jack and Merida. But part one is very important but it is going to be about 12 or so chapters before we get to Hogwarts. So I will try to update and write as much as I can to try and get there in a month or so! Check out my blog for updates and other stuff about the story: .com

Disclaimer: I am only doing this once and that is it. I do not own Rise of the Guardians, How to Train Your Dragon, Brave, Tangled, or Harry Potter.

And now without further adieu…

~SOMETHING DIFFERENT~

(Part One)

chapter one

~(JACK)~

The moment that your life changes is something that you don't always notice when it happens. It can be very small and you wouldn't even spare it a second glance. However, for a little boy by the name of Jack, he realized that his life changed when his little sister was born.

The 3 year old held his new baby sister in the hospital room with the help of his dad and his mother smiling at them from her hospital bed. Emma, that was what the name her, was so small and beautiful and had the cutest little freckle under her eye. Looking down at her, Jack felt the overwhelming urge to always protect her.

And he did just that, as they grew up he was always by her side. If she fell down, he would pick her up. If she ever wanted to play hopscotch, he would play with her. If she were ever picked on at the playground that was near their small house, he would be there to beat up the bullies and to give her a hug. He was always there for her and he was her knight in shimmering armor. He thought that nothing would ever separate them that they would always be together.

But when he was around 6 years old his life changed again, but this time it wasn't so noticeable. His parents acted different, especially around each other. His father came home later and was always grumpy at Jack's mom. His mother was always thirsty and acted silly a lot. She kept saying mean things to his dad and would yell at him. They didn't seem to want to be near each other either. His dad would sleep on the couch and his mom slept in their room alone. It wasn't long before his mom and dad had a big fight. His dad said something about Emma not even being his and his mom yelled at him for always spending money on other women. His mom threw things across the room and his dad yelling at the top of his lungs. Jack hated it, he and Emma were huddled in the kitchen and he was comforting her. Jack didn't understand any of it. Parents were supposed to love each other. Is this what love was like or was it hate? Jack wished that they would stop and go back to normal. Eventually it did stop when his dad left and didn't come back. His mom cried a lot after that and was angry for a long time. Jack would ask her she was mad at him and Emma. But she would just give him one of her rare smiles and stroked his hair.

"I could never be mad at you, you're my precious babies." She would tell him.

She worked a lot and they had to move to a smaller apartment but they were together and he had Emma with him. His mother would come home late and be very tired but she still tucked them into bed when she could. Most nights it would be just Jack and Emma though. Jack knew that his mother tried to be there and that she was working hard every night so that they had food but it was hard being alone. He doesn't ever get to be a kid anymore. He has to look out for his sister and make sure that the house is clean and make food for Emma and him. He was starting to wish things could go back to normal, when his parents were together and his sister didn't ask where her mother was and he had to lie to her because honestly, he didn't know.

It was a year after his dad left and he just turned 7 that he noticed the change in his mother. She still worked a lot but there was something off about her. When she came home she cried a lot and would drink a lot. A lot of the times when she came home she was already drunk and angry. Sometimes she would throw things and once she grabbed Jack by the shoulders and pushed him into the wall. Emma would be asleep by the time she came home (and Jack thanked God that she was a heavy sleeper) so Jack was the only one who would see their mother like this but Jack found himself being almost afraid of his mother. She was no longer the caring woman she used to be. She hardly ever smiled or gave any affection to Emma. She never told Jack she loved him or comforted Emma when she cried. She seemed hallow, like she had just given up.

One night when he was 8, Jack woke up and found his mother on the kitchen floor after she had gotten home from work. He had fallen asleep while tucking Emma in and was awakened by a thud. He went to the kitchen and found that it was his mother after she fell to the ground. He found a knife on the counter and saw that her wrists were bleeding. He called 911 like people do on the cop shows he would watch and then he tried to wake his mother up and stop the bleeding. Jack wanted to think that someone had done this to her or that she was still alive, but he knew that she had done this to herself and that she probably would not wake up. Jack had grown up a lot over the past year and learned that life isn't all that great. He knew that his mother drank beer and not special juice, as he used to call it, he knew that she was with a lot of men for money, he knew that she thought of Jack and Emma as baggage that always got in the way (she told him in a drunken rant), and he knew that she wanted to be rid of this life and to get away. What he didn't know was that she meant to kill herself. The one night he went to bed before she came home and it was a night she found herself alone and sad and she saw a chance to end it all and she took it.

The paramedics arrived ten minutes after Jack called. One of them gently pulled Jack away while the other felt for a pulse. He gave the other a small shake of the head. Jack knew that this meant that his mother was dead. He sank to his knees and starred at his mother. His mom. He couldn't cry but he felt an overwhelming feeling of dread, like this wasn't the worst that would happen. But Jack was surprised that he felt a small sense of relief, how terrible is that? His mom was dead and he felt relieved. Jack felt someone wrap their arms around him and rub his arm soothingly. He knew that the paramedic was trying to help him but he didn't need it.

'Why aren't they doing everything to help my mom?' Jack thought. 'I'm going to be okay but what if my mom can still be saved? How am I gonna tell Emma?'

He knew that he had to go tell her, he didn't want to though. Jack would've preferred to let Emma sleep and stay on that realm of dreams and let her sleep through this madness forever. But he knew that couldn't be.

Jack knew that he just had to do it fast, like a Band-Aid. Just rip it off and then let the pain come. But as he stirred her from her sleep he found himself unable to do it. Jack knew that it was his job as her older brother to tell her that their mother had died but it was like there was something stuck in his throat that wouldn't go away no matter how many time he swallowed.

Emma had woken up and Jack was still unable to speak. He was battling with himself on the inside. Trying to get himself to tell her but also trying to talk himself out of it or find a different way of telling her.

'I can't just show Emma mom. That would just be to much for her to take, it was to much for me to take.' Jack didn't know what to do and it was then that even though for the past year and a half she wasn't the best mother, Jack needed his mom. He needed his mom to explain to Emma that she was dead.

That was how he ended up telling her. With tears falling from his eyes, Jack told Emma that their mother was dead.

Emma, of course, cried very hard. She clung to Jack and he carried her into the main room of their apartment where one of the paramedics was waiting. Jack to Emma to the couch and cradled her as they both cried.

Perhaps 20 minutes later Jack felt a hand on his shoulder. He looks up a sees a middle aged blonde woman in a gray suit smiling gently to him.

"Hello." She said to Jack gently "My name is Mary Garnish, what's yours?"

Jack could tell that she was a social worker and that she was trying to help them but Jack felt bitter about everything that had happened so he just looked back at Emma and stayed quiet. Very mature of him isn't it?

"Honey," She said gently "I'm trying to help you and I can't do that unless you let me. Just give me your names please."

Jack felt bad now, she was just doing her job and she was being really nice. It wasn't her fault that his mom died.

"I'm Jack." He informed Mary "This is Emma." Jack kept the introductions short, as he couldn't trust his voice to not break and not to start crying again. He didn't want to cry anymore, it took up too much energy and he was tired

"And what about your last name?" Mary pushed gently.

Jack paused here, not because he was hesitant on actually giving her their last name. It was actually choosing which name to give her: his mothers or his fathers. His mother had gone back to using her maiden name but Jack had been still using his father's family name. His father may have left them but he was still Jack's father and the name was the only thing that Jack had of him.

"Frost." Jack decided, "Our last name is Frost."

"All right Jack," Mary said as she wrote down their names on the clipboard she was carrying, "I need you and your sister to come with me."

"Where are we going?" Jack inquired hesitantly.

"You don't need to worry about that right now. Do you think you can gather up some of you and your sister's thing and put them in these backpacks?" Mary handed Jack said backpacks, both similar in size. Jack didn't want to leave Emma with this stranger even though she was relatively nice. He had a feeling that something was going to change and that it wasn't for the better.

But he left for their room anyway and got together as much of their things that he could. He packed clothes first and then with what other space he fit in things that had sentimental value. He made sure to pack Emma's teddy bear and her favorite picture book, The Man in the Moon. On his way out he saw out of the corner of his eye he saw something taped to the wall. It was a picture of his family before everything happened. Before his parents started fighting and before his dad had left. Before his mom went down hill and before Jack grew up. It was taken in front of their old house and it was when Jack was 4 and Emma was 1. It was Easter and they had just finished the hunt. Jack found a lot of eggs but he gave some to Emma. It was a good day and that is why Jack kept this picture. Jack folded it and put in the front pocket of Emma's backpack as he made the short trip to the front door.

Waiting there was Emma holding the hand of Mary Garnish, eyes shrink rapped in tears and sniffling her nose. Jack walked over to her and handed her the backpack with her things in it and took Emma's hand as he let Mary lead them out. As they were exiting, Jack gave one last look at the apartment. It was really small now that Jack thought. He wasn't going to miss it, that's for sure, but this is where they lived for almost two years. He couldn't just forget it and he probably never will. They ate breakfast at the tiny table and Jack and Emma would watch cartoons on the couch. And their mother died in the kitchen.

No, he would never be able to forget this place.

In the parking lot outside their apartment a police officer was talking to the landlord and another one was talking to another man in a gray suit. 'Another social worker?' Jack thought that was strange that they needed two to take Jack and Emma where ever they were going. He felt Emma squeeze his hand and he look down at her. She was crying again and looking at something ahead. Jack looked to where her gaze was and saw the ambulance that their mother was in driving away.

The silence was broken by the other social worker coming over.

"Are you ready?" He asked Mary.

"I suppose." She answered him resentfully. "I always hate when this has to happen."

'What are they talking about?' Jack thought as he looked up between them inquisitively.

"There is no other way, Mary." The man said regretfully.

"I know, Tim, I know." Mary then looked down at Jack and crouched to his level, "Jack," She started slowly and put a hand on his shoulder, "There's no good way to tell you this and I don't want to baby you, so I'm just going to tell you."

"W-what?" Jack said nervously, not liking where this was going and wondering if this day could get any worse.

Mary sighed, "You and Emma can't stay together. Emma is coming with me and you need to go with Mr. Tim."

Apparently this day could get worse, much, much worse.

"What?! No!" Jack exclaimed. 'This can't be happening!' he frantically thought 'I gotta stay with her! I've always been with Emma!'

"Jack," the guy, "Mr. Tim", said trying to calm him. "Please don't make this difficult. I wish there was a way that you could stay together, but there isn't."

"Jack you need to let Emma go now, you can say your goodbyes and then we need to get going." Mary put her hand on Jacks shoulder but he flinched away and pulled Emma close to him.

"No! I'm not gonna let you take her!" Jack screamed at her, beyond upset.

"Jack?" Emma asked, "What's happening? I'm scared."

Jack looked down at her, "It's alright Emma, nothing is gonna happen," He tried to stay calm but he saw Tim coming close to them, "NO! Get away!" He then took Emma's hand and ran away from the adults. But they didn't get far as Tim ran after them and caught up with his long legs. He grabbed Jack from around the waist and pulled him up into the air, causing Jack and Emma to lose grip of their hands. Jack fought to get free, kicking and screaming. He saw Mary go to Emma and hold her in place as Emma tried to chase after Jack and Tim. As Jack's suppressor walked away Jack turned around in his grip and looked over his shoulder at Emma, still trying to climb out of the grip.

"EMMA!" Jack screamed in desperation to her, pleading to God to let this not be happening. Pleading that he may get free or stay with her forever.

"JACK!" Emma tried to get out of Mary's grip on her right arm as she reached out her left arm to Jack, crying her eyes out, "Don't leave me!"

Jack fought harder and harder to get to her, but it was too late. He was pushed into the backseat of the police car that was to take him away and the door was shut behind him before he could scramble out. Jack screamed and screamed to be let out but to know avail.

"Emma!" 'LET ME OUT!' Jack thought frenzied 'I can't leave her! I CAN'T!' But as he banged on the back windshield the car started to drive away. Jack saw Emma being carried into the other police car and then the car he was in pulled out of the apartment complex and turned a corner and he couldn't see her any more. For the first time since she was born, Jack left Emma all alone.

Jack turned around in his seat, stunned at what had happened today. 'Is this it? I'm never gonna see her again?' Jack couldn't take it. He let out a breath, then another, and then another. Pretty soon his breaths got frantic. Jack put his head in his hands 'This can't be happening. I don't have anyone? No family and no home? No Emma?'

That was when he lost it. Jack let out a great, wrenching sob and wept.

~(To Be Continued)~

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~Bethany